Swanir radiated elegance, mature in stature—on par with Levi, even. Nothing about her screamed "someone who'd sexually harassed me two minutes ago."
And actually, none of them seemed capable of what just occurred.
All four were clad in skin-tight garments… well, all except one.
I turned to the odd one out.
"Ah, my name is Chiyama," she said, cheerful and sincere. "And I really appreciate the name I was given, my Lord."
Her black-and-pink hair was tied into two little buns at each side of her head—And wait, how are their hairs turning out tied?
And their clothes; I don't want to think it's creation magic at work.
Chiyama flashed a toothy smile, showing off those pristine human-like teeth.
Oh, heavens, so adorable. So small. Like a dolly.
She will be a little shorter than me...
…Now that I think about it, I'm not tall...
Trying not to dwell on that revelation, I turned to the third figure.
This one looked like he could break a tree with a sigh.
